This way, this way,

moonlight drips on the hood of my car—

I follow the echo of your laugh

past every exit that says “too far.”

Tires whisper, “turn back,”

but the beat in my chest keeps rolling,

rolling like vinyl in a midnight stack.

Your name glows on the dash,

a constellation spelling “stay”;

I don’t need map or match,

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Blue is the night, da ba dee da ba dye,

Neon tears drip from a plastic moon sky.

I wear my cobalt dream like a second skin,

Bluetooth ghosts whisper the code to get in.

Submarine bass thumps deep in my chest,

Pixels float up like lost love confessed.

Everything freeze-frames, azure and slow—

I’m still that kid in the video glow,

Singing da ba dee ’cause it’s all I know.